One of these things, part II

Regia Silk, unbelievably soft. Purchased to make the husband some Broadstreet Mittens because his office temperature is so low he wears his coat while he works. Sometimes he types with his winter gloves on. He could turn up the thermostat, but then the computers (of which there are many) would suffer.

So I snatched two balls of the Regia, which were in the same bin at the LYS, and bought them. I ran one through the ball winder. Then I ran the other through. It wasn't until I set the second ball next to the first ball that I realized they were different colors. I couldn't tell while they were both in their original balls, nor after the first was wound and they sat next to each other on the table. No, I couldn't tell until it was past the point of being able to take one back to the LYS and exchange it.

So there you have it. Regia Silk, in colors 90 and 91. I don't know which is which.

Otherwise, very little knitting has been accomplished this weekend. Just this:

Michael told me the other day that one of this best customers just had a baby girl. Then he says to me, "What would be a good baby gift?"

Take a moment to ponder the craziness of that statement. The man is surrounded by yarn. Most evenings he has to arrange himself on the three square inches of the bed not taken up by me, my knitting, and the dog.

After I had a moment to compose myself, I responded with, "How 'bout some socks and a hat?"

To which he said (get this), "That seems like an awful lot of work."

I would have banged my head against the counter, but then I'd have a headache, which would make it hard to knit.

I looked through my baby patterns and found something I liked. It's part of a Dale collection. When I get the rest of the stuff made, I'll post the particulars. The pattern for the booties has to be one of the worst written patterns I've ever encountered. It can't be the translation, because the problem is with the numbers. There are so many errors in stitch numbers I can hardly believe it. The directions for decreasing around the toe are so awful I ended up rewriting the pattern in a way that made some sort of sense. I had to. You can't cast aside something this cute, just because the pattern writing is terrible.



So why have I not spent much time knitting this weekend? Because I've been chained to my sewing machine, making Sophia's Halloween costume so she'd have it in time for a party this afternoon. I finished it 10 minutes before she left, which left time only for me to comb her wet hair and put it up in pig tails. Sadly, no picture, but I'll get one later.

When am I going to learn that the brand name "Simplicity" is a misnomer? When will I learn to recognize that pleats and the requirement of 7 yards of trim that must be sewn on both long edges to keep it down are not the signs of an easy-to-make costume? Apparently, not this year.